Sick Jack p.2
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Jack only got to Iceland before falling unconscious, despite the wind's efforts. He managed to regain consciousness just in time, centimetres from the ground. The wind floated him down gently, lying the spirit on the snow. This still didn't cool Jack down.
"Mmnu..." he moaned. Something didn't feel right. Jack tried to ignore it. The feeling just grew bigger until...
Jack threw up. Not sick though. Water. Lots of water. Once he started, he couldn't stop for ages. Jack looked at the puddle forming in front of him. Was this bad?... He coughed and threw up more. The spirit then slumped onto the snow and coughed again weakly; more water came out his mouth.
Yes...it did seem pretty bad.
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"I will try and find him," North announced, "and see what is wrong.". Then, he walked out of the globe room and to the stables, where his sled lay ready.
"The li'l bugger is 'ard to find!" he heard Bunny call. North chuckled- he was Santa; he could find anybody! He jumped in the sleigh and took off, still smiling at Bunny's comment.
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Despite being Santa, it still took North a long time to find the winter spirit. He checked Burgess first, then all the cold places.
"He has got to be here!" North cried, looking around the frozen grounds of Iceland. He knew Jack was here; he could feel it in his belly. North was walking for some time before he realized that the wind was tugging him in a certain direction. Could it be Jack's wind, North thought and, with a little shrug, let it lead him.
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Jack groaned and coughed up more water. At least he wasn't being sick anymore, he thought. Just as that crossed his mind, though, he vomited again. The spirit was leaning heavily on a chunk of ice; he didn't have enough strength to do anything else.
His vision was going; everything was getting blurrier and blurrier.
He was dizzy.
He was hot. Really hot.
Jack felt himself sliding slowly off the ice. He coughed again and more water cascaded from his mouth. When was this going to stop?
"JACK!"
Jack suddenly felt giant boots skid beside him.
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"JACK!" North cried when he saw the spirit on the floor. The guardian of wonder quickly ran beside him and kneeled down. The spirit was coughing; water was spilling out of his mouth. North supported the younger immortal and scooped him slowly into his lap. He needed to know what was wrong.
"Jack- focus." North said. Jack didn't do anything but cough uncontrollably. He rubbed his back, which helped seize it. North felt the spirit's forehead. He was burning up.
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Jack was glad when the coughing stopped. He was vaguely aware of something rubbing his back, but that was about it. He shut his eyes; he just wanted to rest.
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"Try and stay awake, Jack." North said a little too late. Jack had fell asleep in his arms. North scooped him up, and got to the sleigh as quick as he could. He felt something clutch on his coat; North looked down, and saw that the spirit had taken hold of it, and his eyes were screwed up. His breathing was also a little shallow.
"Almost there." He said to himself, and mainly to Jack. He lay Jack carefully in the seat beside him, then he jumped in his sled.
"Ya!" North cried and tugged the reins. He looked over to Jack worriedly. "Not long now"